Hush
Bounce
Let's keep it on the hush about how stuck I am currently
It's an emergency and I'm writing these words to see
The sense of urgency from making this perfectly
I need to up the currency, and pull back where the curtains be
Let em see me and let em peek in
Make their ears perk up as soon as we begin
As we speaking, they don't even know where to start
They replay the shit so many times it's breaking the charts
Important things I gotta do I'm always bobbing and weaving
I'm tryna transform from an even Steven
I'm too shy I'll uh buff up, and tone it a little
I feel the pain in my chest I know there's gold in the middle
Keep digging baby, as deep as it gets
We gone make it I promise Im not here posing a threat
Money is the motive so you know we're aiming for checks
We living large don't need the double X to know that I'm next
My microphone been dusty it needs some attention
There's some parts of my life that I really failed to mention
Like how I started writing while I was in detention
I didn't have no beats and I was craving that extension
So I made some videos and posted on my feed
It wasn't a want it turned the music into a need
Never heard so many people be so proud of me
I miss those moments even if they lying through they teeth
I wore the winter hat even though I wasn't into that
Who thought that this kid could rap, no one including me in fact
Struggling myself more than anyone could imagine
I'm tryna be elastic so to you I'm fantastic
I hide behind a mask that is slowly chipping away
I wish I had methods on how this kid can get paid
My thoughts are always lingering and never on what I choose
Follow the structure and count my syllables like haikus
Let's keep it on the hush
Please don't touch me
People sleeping on the streets
Where the bus be
Making money for my raps
But I'm rusty
Want my music in a rush
They don't trust me
Let's keep it on the hush
Please don't touch me
People sleeping on the streets
Where the bus be
Making money for my raps
But I'm rusty
Want my music in a rush
They don't trust me
My job don't pay me currently I'm striving for the best
I'm flying through the skies with no S on my chest
No Superman fix your hue I classify as Super Hueman
I'll celebrate this album if I only had 2 fans
I'm loyal to the soil don't spoil me 'cause I'll go bad
I want bills I can't adapt to change like a nomad
You saw it coming but I'm living in the notepad
In a way I Stan myself I write but never wrote back
Money is so precious when I had it I was frugal
I proceed to pull the strings on my hoodie to hide my pupils
And as I grow and grow some more I learned that love is crucial
Now I'm waiting to pop and get iced out like toaster strudels
Keep it on the hush, this something we ain't gotta talk about
I could spit so much that I develop cottonmouth
X's and O's is how we making the game plan
Give me round of applause like you do when the plane lands
And I deserve every damn clap
I've done so much more than you think to say that I can't rap (Facts, yeah)
Im feeling myself for the first time ever
Some artists art is just shit but you look at it like it's clever
I'm in a different bracket no upsets just straight sweeping
Could catch the spiral but you catching Zs like you sleeping
Y'all don't even know what the plan is
I'm 'bout to toot your horn and pull some strings like some band kids
Im bleeding out I'm reaching out give me bandage
Im filthy how I squeeze the beats you caught me red handed
Stay charged up, don't ever fade out
I told myself that I'm serious when I made the account
This is just the preface, the build up to the storm
The storm that has the perfect drizzle and clouds in tremendous form
The pen is perpetually killing the feelings of ignant rappers
Need to pay attention while I teach caught you slacking like kidnappers
Let's keep it on the hush
Please don't touch me
People sleeping on the streets
Where the bus be
Making money for my raps
But I'm rusty
Want my music in a rush
They don't trust me
Let's keep it on the hush
Please don't touch me
People sleeping on the streets
Where the bus be
Making money for my raps
But I'm rusty
Want my music in a rush
They don't trust me
Let's keep it on the hush about how stuck I am currently
It's an emergency and I'm writing these words to see
The sense of urgency from making this perfectly
I need to up the currency, and pull back where the curtains be
Let em see me and let em peek in
Make their ears perk up as soon as we begin
As we speaking, they don't even know where to start
They replay the shit so many times it's breaking the charts
Important things I gotta do I'm always bobbing and weaving
I'm tryna transform from an even Steven
I'm too shy I'll uh buff up, and tone it a little
I feel the pain in my chest I know there's gold in the middle
Keep digging baby, as deep as it gets
We gone make it I promise Im not here posing a threat
Money is the motive so you know we're aiming for checks
We living large don't need the double X to know that I'm next
My microphone been dusty it needs some attention
There's some parts of my life that I really failed to mention
Like how I started writing while I was in detention
I didn't have no beats and I was craving that extension
So I made some videos and posted on my feed
It wasn't a want it turned the music into a need
Never heard so many people be so proud of me
I miss those moments even if they lying through they teeth
I wore the winter hat even though I wasn't into that
Who thought that this kid could rap, no one including me in fact
Struggling myself more than anyone could imagine
I'm tryna be elastic so to you I'm fantastic
I hide behind a mask that is slowly chipping away
I wish I had methods on how this kid can get paid
My thoughts are always lingering and never on what I choose
Follow the structure and count my syllables like haikus
Let's keep it on the hush
Please don't touch me
People sleeping on the streets
Where the bus be
Making money for my raps
But I'm rusty
Want my music in a rush
They don't trust me
Let's keep it on the hush
Please don't touch me
People sleeping on the streets
Where the bus be
Making money for my raps
But I'm rusty
Want my music in a rush
They don't trust me
My job don't pay me currently I'm striving for the best
I'm flying through the skies with no S on my chest
No Superman fix your hue I classify as Super Hueman
I'll celebrate this album if I only had 2 fans
I'm loyal to the soil don't spoil me 'cause I'll go bad
I want bills I can't adapt to change like a nomad
You saw it coming but I'm living in the notepad
In a way I Stan myself I write but never wrote back
Money is so precious when I had it I was frugal
I proceed to pull the strings on my hoodie to hide my pupils
And as I grow and grow some more I learned that love is crucial
Now I'm waiting to pop and get iced out like toaster strudels
Keep it on the hush, this something we ain't gotta talk about
I could spit so much that I develop cottonmouth
X's and O's is how we making the game plan
Give me round of applause like you do when the plane lands
And I deserve every damn clap
I've done so much more than you think to say that I can't rap (Facts, yeah)
Im feeling myself for the first time ever
Some artists art is just shit but you look at it like it's clever
I'm in a different bracket no upsets just straight sweeping
Could catch the spiral but you catching Zs like you sleeping
Y'all don't even know what the plan is
I'm 'bout to toot your horn and pull some strings like some band kids
Im bleeding out I'm reaching out give me bandage
Im filthy how I squeeze the beats you caught me red handed
Stay charged up, don't ever fade out
I told myself that I'm serious when I made the account
This is just the preface, the build up to the storm
The storm that has the perfect drizzle and clouds in tremendous form
The pen is perpetually killing the feelings of ignant rappers
Need to pay attention while I teach caught you slacking like kidnappers
Let's keep it on the hush
Please don't touch me
People sleeping on the streets
Where the bus be
Making money for my raps
But I'm rusty
Want my music in a rush
They don't trust me
Let's keep it on the hush
Please don't touch me
People sleeping on the streets
Where the bus be
Making money for my raps
But I'm rusty
Want my music in a rush
They don't trust me
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Writer(s): Sean Storr
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